I left my house at 8:20 for my jog.
I was really excited.
Because, I was planning on having the most epically awesome jog of my life.
And I was going to blog about it.
And I was going to inspire people.
I even started thinking of witty titles for tonight’s blog.
But I must confess, this jog was nothing of the sort.
I started off on a really good pace. I wasn’t sprinting, but I was going a bit faster than usual. Steady. It felt good. I clutched my iphone and jammed along to the goodies on Shuffle.
I finally started to feel like I need to start walking.
I’m quite sure it’s been at least 20 or 25 minutes, I thought to myself. I’ll just stop at the stop sign. I checked my phone. ONLY 15 MINUTES HAD GONE BY! WORST DAY EVER! haha.
I decided to walk the end of the street where I would continue jogging again. I think I walked for 3 or 4 minutes.
And then, I heard him singing to me. No, not Jesus or Angel, but Taio Cruz. How could I let this beautiful black man with his catchy dance song down? I couldn’t. So I slowly jogged some more. Oh, I was aching. I didn’t dare look at my phone. Because if I did look at my phone then somebody will have probably created a machine that distorts time ensuring that only something like 60 seconds had passed instead of 15 more minutes. I kept jogging until I couldn’t go anymore.
Rats! I had only gone 6 minutes. I skipped back on my iphone and let Taio Cruz sing to me again. It was just what I needed. I jogged until the song was over.
I looked at my phone.
It was 8:49.
Yeah, somebody created that machine.
I wanted to vomit.
I didn’t even do my cool down walk.
I collapsed on the living room floor of my grandparents’ living room.
The room was spinning.
It was only after a few minutes that I could sit up and stretch.
Boy, that was rough.
And I still can’t come up with a clever title for today’s post.